Author's Note: Okay guys, I am trying to do something right this time around. I love the avengers and I love OC's, so I wrote this. The character had been floating around my head for a few months and I finally got the motivation to write her. I am not the most knowledgeable about mutants and how they work, so please bear with me on this. If it doesn't match up with what is written about them in the Marvel universe, then let's just call this AU, because I like the way I went about it. Another note, I, unlike my lovely OC, do not have an eidetic memory, so I may forget things from the avengerverse, I am very open to corrections and constructive criticism, just please be polite. I am very socially awkward, even on the internet, so I am apologizing in advance if you decide to talk to me, but I am open to talking:)) I also have a very crappy program with terrible autocorrect, so if you see any spelling/grammatical errors, which I can assure there will be, just give me a heads up in a review or PM and I will try to fix it ASAP. I won't give too many authors' notes after this, and when I do they generally will not be as long as this one. I really hope that you enjoy my story and review/favorite/follow it, but you know, no pressure. I am just going to put the disclaimer in this chapter unless I use specific materials in a later chapter like lyrics or something. I am making it a major goal to finish this story and not abandon it like I have my other attempts. If there is anything you want to ask me just send me a message and I'll decide if it is something I can tell you:)) Thanks for reading this monstrosity of a note and have a nice read!
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own the avengers, or anything you recognize, really. I only own my OC's and their stories. If any of the names mentioned are the names of real people or places, this is an alternate universe of my own creation and I have not based any people on real life people and the places are just back drops for my story, please take no offense to what is said about them. Thank you!
Have you ever been able to look at someone and immediately tell that they had a hard life? It's not necessarily that they look bad, they could be drop dead gorgeous, but it's their eyes. Those eyes hold pain and sorrow and memories of the hardships they have faced. That's how people see me. How do I know that? It's rather simple really, I can hear their thoughts. Okay, so maybe it's not simple to normal people, but it's all I've ever known. I'm what the government calls a mutant. A genetic anomaly. Something got jumbled up in gestation and I was born with special powers. Those powers are great in some ways, and I wouldn't give them up for the world because even though I have lost so much as a result of them, I would have never grown into the person that I am today without them. I have had a hard life, but many others have had similar or worse ones, so I'm not going to bitch about it. Yeah, my father beat me and my mother and she blamed me for his anger, but I'm still alive aren't I? And that's more than I can say for a lot of people. Being kicked out when I was fifteen was the best thing that could have happened to me because it meant I got to leave that god forsaken house and that god forsaken town behind. I didn't even mind dropping out of school because there was nothing they could teach me that I couldn't teach myself with the help of a library.
My sperm and egg donors live in Jasper, Wyoming and that's where I spent the first fifteen years of my life. As soon as I got back on my feet after being booted out of the house, I high tailed it to Montana, Missoula if you want to get technical. I know it doesn't seem that different from Jasper, but I actually like the land, just not the proximity to my troubled past. I was able to put my extensive knowledge of cars to use and swung a job at an old auto repair shop in the not-so-nice part of the city. Sure, they were reluctant to hire a teenage girl, but once they saw me work my magic with an engine, I got them job in a snap, a snap that involved a suspicious amount of grumbling, but a snap nonetheless. I live in a crappy studio apartment in the same neighborhood as the garage which works well since I can't afford my own car. There's a library five blocks over that works as my entertainment and satiates my academic needs as well. Those are the three places where the vast majority of my time is spent. I sleep and eat and read and work on cars. I love my life the way it is.
Oh, I guess I never really said what my mutant power is did I? I gave some not-so-subtle hints, but I'll just lay it all on the table, so there is no future confusion. The most "normal" power is my eidetic memory, meaning I literally cannot forget anything I see, smell, hear, or feel. I have what is called superhuman mentality, it basically means that I have the ability to have an intelligence way above genius level, so far above it that I have gained the psychic ability of telepathy, not that I'm tootin' my own horn or anything, those are just the facts. Even though most of the happenings mentioned in the above, happened when I was fifteen, I am now, writing this, at the ripe old age of eighteen. 18 years, 76 days, and 5 hours to be exact, but who's counting? You may want to know why I'm writing this and my response is, first of all, you are just full of questions aren't you? The rest of my response is simple because I think it makes a damn good read and if there's one thing I love, it's reading.